Lost in my own world,
everything is as lucid as my reality.
You lie next to me as if
we were meant to intertwine.
You lie in slumber as if
your reality were in your dreams,
and this taunts me.
How good are your dreams?
Do I wish to be there
or
would I rather stay here
watching over you and gaze in awe?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
Lost in my own world,
everything is as lucid as my reality.
You lie next to me as if
we were meant to intertwine.
You lie in slumber as if
your reality were in your dreams,
and this taunts me.
How good are your dreams?
Do I wish to be there
or
would I rather stay here
watching over you and gaze in awe?
